My husband and I have cared for my mother in law for the past 14 years. We put her into her own home next door to us after my father in law passed and she has been quite happy living here. Over the past 5 years or so she has developed dementia and it has gotten to the point that we had to take away her car keys last January when she came to our house at 9 PM barefoot and wearing cotton pj’s. It was below freezing outside. She had the car keys in her hand and said she was going home to California but could not get the car to turn off. She hasn’t lived in California since 1964. What happened was she had turned on the windshield wipers and couldn’t remember how to drive (thank God for that). That episode really scared us, and my husband and his sister began looking into a better living arrangement. We are moving her into a very nice assisted living place next week but I can’t stop this horrible feeling of depression that I have over having to put her there. I’m sure we are doing the right thing but I don’t feel good about it. I never expected this when we moved her here. I assumed she’d live out her days in her house doing the things she enjoyed and that’s how it would be. Life sure throws a monkey wrench into things, doesn’t it.